Cliché (c.h)

5.

Back at the bakery, Cori was covered in chocolate cake batter after a mishap with training the newest employee. Harry was a lanky, almond shaped green eyed boy, who had long brown hair that hung in loose and messy curls. The two decided it would be best kept in a bun while at work to prevent any possible loose strands in the pastries, a customers biggest fear.

According to Harry, he had previous experience at a bakery before but he was a little rusty. Little was an understatement considering the fact that not only Cori and himself, but a decent portion of the mixing station was coated in gooey chocolate. Instead of yelling, much like he anticipated, Cori burst out laughing and even initiated a tiny food fight. It was very relieving to hear Cori's loud welcoming laugh instead of a haughty glare. Many times in the 22 year old's life he had been ostracized and made fun of for his mistakes rather than comforted or reassured.

Maybe it was the fact that she was genuinely nice or the fact that the people in his past never treated him very well but Harry was hooked. He wanted nothing more than to learn every little thing about Cori. From what her "A" theory was for Pretty Little Liars to what her favorite song was at that very moment, he was dying to know.

No, he was not looking for a romantic relationship with the girl. He wanted to be friends and nothing more. Best friends preferably. As a teen he lacked the companionship of a genuine person and Cori seemed just like the person to give him what he missed. Harry was not alone in this. Cori also felt a connection to him in a way that she couldn't really put into words. He was just nice. Genuinely and unapologetically nice.

Harry Styles had a personality and air about him that she couldn't help but want to get to know him. Every little thing from if he liked to pour the cereal before the milk, to if he liked cinnamon rolls as much as she did. And she loved cinnamon rolls, being a member of Cinnabon's reward club and frequenting the establishment often.

"H would you be interested in coming with me to my humble abode?" Cori spoke putting on a very very very poor British accent and linking arms with her tall counterpart.

"As long as you promise not to talk like that again, I'd love to Ms. Thomas." Harry rolled his eyes before walking her over to his motorcycle.

Cori stopped dead in her tracks turning to Harry giving him an incredulous look.

"I hope you know I am not getting on that death machine."

"Oh come on, what's the worst that could happen?"

"I die."

"Unlikely."

"We topple over and I get splattered on the street like a giant bug."

"Very unlikely but points for creativity."

"You try to show off by popping wheelies and then I fall off the back, only to get absolutely demolished by an oncoming semi truck."

"Anyone ever told you that you had a wild imagination? Possibly too much?"

"I might have heard that before. Ya know, maybe once or twice."

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